Three is carelessness (for queen_c_tm and evilhandissue)

[tm_darla]

occ: takes place concurrently and subsequent to this as part of an ongoing plotHighlights of the weekend had included meeting Kara's friend Peter, who had the surplus of hair, angst and family issues which reminded Darla not just of Kara's past beaus but certain members of her family as well, trying to strike some suspects of the quite long people

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[queen_c_tm]

Compared to how she looked a few hours ago, Cordelia is much improved. She's a little messy and frazzled, but she'd washed most of the blood off of herself and changed clothes. There were still traces of blood in her hair from when she'd thoughtlessly run her hands through it, however. And under her fingernails, which was going to be interesting to explain to her manicurist.

Luckily, the sun hasn't quite set yet, so she's hoping she can slip into the hotel and up to a shower before Angel gets up for the night. Even that small amount was probably enough for him to smell if she got close enough.

Tired and a little cranky, she isn't completely thrilled to see that Darla and Kara are in the lobby when she walks in. So much for avoiding everyone. But then she takes a closer look at Darla and stops short.

"What happened to you?"

Not the politest of greetings, but she's had a rough day. Besides, she and Darla were never much for pleasantries, anyway.

[tm_darla]

After trying her best not to freak out Kara any further by yelling at the cops, the doctors, or anyone else, Darla is just grateful she doesn't have to play nice for anyone else. So she replies, matter of factly:

"Gun shot through the shoulder, and no, we didn't get this one yet, either."

[queen_c_tm]

Cordelia's eyes widen slightly. What were the chances that two people she knew would be shot in the shoulder on the same day?

Probably about the same as her chances of getting Angel to give her a raise.

"Did you see who it was?"

It was the only way she could think to ask if the shooter was invisible without sounding insane.

[tm_darla]

"No, Kara saw him, just for a second, and pushed me aside," Darla replies. "That's why he didn't succeed. Or she, for all I know. Kara couldn't exactly give a precise description."

She winces. The whole thing still hurts like a bitch, drugs or not. She just wants to kill someone and go to bed. Preferably both.

Phonecall To Lindsey

[evilhandissue]

It had only been a few hours since Cordelia and he had parted ways. He had arrived at Wolfram and Hart about an hour ago, and was leaving the medical examiners office. They had said the same thing as they had the last time he had been attacked

Phonecall To Lindsey

[tm_darla]

This is Darla. Even on painkillers and worried about the Senior Partners, she can't resist an opening like that.

"Well, if she doesn't, I'm forced to wonder about false advertisment on your part," she says quick as a flash, and then gets serious.

"Cordelia just told me you got shot, Lindsey. Which I found highly interesting, because I did as well. Today."

She makes a pause to give him time to take that in. Since she needs to know whether he's alone or whether his company was listening in, she ends with: "Did they already escort you to the airport? Because I'd really like to see you to discuss... coincidences and the like."

Re: Phonecall To Lindsey

[evilhandissue]

His eyes narrowed as he heard Darla's voice filter over the phone. His first instinct is to worry, because if someone else was using Cordelia's phone, then something might have happened to her. And seeing that the afternoon wasn't being kind to them, he had reason to fear that.

But before he's even able to acknowledge that, Darla continues about the gunshot. He sits on the edge of his desk as he filters through memories from years ago...

Airport? Darla wanted to see him... but fuck he needed to be back in Boston in the morning and if he left the office to go there and not home, they would know and it could only get worse.

Which meant he had to lie and tell Darla he was at the airport... the one person he couldn't lie to.

Well... technically it wasn't a lie. The office was like the airport...

"I don't really have that option at the moment, Darla."

Phonecall To Lindsey

[tm_darla]

Which meant he wasn't alone. Damm.

"I understand," she says, keeping her voice even, and decides to play the hint and double talk game. "It's probably nothing anyway. Given all the gang warfare the police was rattling on about. That might also explain the guy trying to drown me last week in a swimming pool."

Since Cordelia told her about Lindsey's sore throat last week, that should alert him to why they needed to talk without listeners.